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A Female Story series / Agonies of Broken Heart
You shot me up, You filled my cup, You sailed my boat. You were my last hope. You took my very last hope away. You dropped the bomb.
And now I've drunk my last beer with you.
You have been loved by someone good. Yeah you, you will be loved Oh will you ever know that the bitterness and anger left me long ago.
Only sadness remains and it will pass
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